Warnings: Au-ness. Poem. The occasional quote.
Summary: For he is thine, of that there is no doubt! But his father?...We two brothers are longing to know. (Hamlet).
AN: Or why my English teacher should never ask me to write poetry.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son (v.i.299)
For he is thine, of that there is no doubt!
But his father? We two brothers who loved you dear
Who love you still, even in death's misbegotten claws,
Who will love you and you alone, Gertrude,
Are longing to know.
Gentle Gertrude, don't lie—
It less lovely than thy form permits.
For if every word you speak be poison,
Then know that some will pass thine own sweet lips
And murder thee in thine incestuous sheets.
We keep your secret
Like dogs, who love you always, always, always
With ne'er a care: in home, in palace, in garden, in wood
In death's day, confined to fast in fires, (i.v.12)
In life's dream haunted by that primal eldest curse upon't (iii,iii,37)
But whose, Gertrude?
This brother who weareth that poisoned crown?
This brother who weareth that maddened clown?
This devil who stole you? Or that devil who killed you?
Your silence murders us!
Silence—like blades, like knives, like poisoned cups
Like hearts withering away beneath the assault of mad love
Answer Gertrude, lest we leave your fate to heaven
Need you rosemary? Pansies? Poppies? Hemlock?
Remember, wretched one, vile serpent, lovely succubus,
Or we lay them all on your grave
Remember, Gertrude, that the gentlest of these is rosemary
And that's for remembrance—remembrance of our love (iv.v.179)
Remembrance of your son who hath no father
Remembrance of all this woe you brought to us—
May its thorn lodge in your bosom
And pierce thine soul
So even heaven will know you for what you are
A whore, unpacking your heart with words alone.(ii,ii,586)
So sweet, so bittersweet, that you know not
What you are, in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed (iii,iv,92)
Oh, Grisly Gertrude, how we loathe you
How we long to see you take a sip
From that poisoned cup from which we have drunk
How we long to see you suffer the wrath of heaven
When Heaven sees the devil glittering in your eye
And how we long to know the father of your son
For we will take his life and set his head upon that pike
Next to yours, fairest demoness.
Good Gertrude, know that we love you still
But set some watch over your son for we love him not.